Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.